#mack shut the fuck <3

[uhhbeans]

Should I give my stacie a girlfriend 🤨🤨🤨

#I WANNA #mack shut the fuck <3

[57sfinest]

sits down at the jeanharry table with my lunch tray. so like here’s how i see it. kinda iffy on whether it’d ever work out after martinaise but before martinaise there is Something going on. they’re not GOOD for each other (in fact harry actively ends up making jean worse but jean was already bad so it’s not like he was innocent) but at the same time they are extremely crucial in supporting each other since neither of them really are close to anyone else which is how it spirals into codependency so fast. yes they frequently fight and rip each other to shreds etc but also they are always hanging out and sometimes they genuinely are just having a good time with each other. and it’s definitely Something that goes beyond simple friendship, but harry definitely holds a lot of internalized homophobia & toxic masculinity and i’m 100% sure that jean does too, so like. the only way that their Arrangement works is if they don’t put a name to it. they KNOW that what they have is more than just two guys being dudes but they just call themselves friends (or partners in the context of work) and it works out fine as long as they both stick to that and refuse to put any more thought to it. yes they do things together that would definitely be considered dates if they were a het couple but they’re NOT a couple and they’re NOT dates because they are two MEN being DUDES. don’t you know harry dated a woman once? he’s STRAIGHT. they’re HETEROSEXUAL LIFE PARTNERS. the feminists hate to see two manly men supporting each other in today’s world. if they support each other by going home and fucking drunk that’s literally none of your business. you will never understand a warrior’s bond.

#i firmly believe that 'heterosexual life partners' came from jean himself #when chester and/or mack ribbed him about how he and harry are definitely fucking #and they were mostly joking but jean's overemphasis on 'HETEROSEXUAL life partners' convinced them it was not actually a joke #chester was like 'mack i bet you lunch i can piss jean off in one sentence' #and when jean came by or whatever he was like 'jean you crazy homo how often do you take it from harry? lol' #and jean IMMEDIATELY went on the defensive like 'we are HETEROSEXUAL life partners. shut the fuck up. what the fuck are you saying.' #and chester over lunch with mack is like 'yeah so i was joking earlier but. the way he reacted. no they're definitely fucking.' #like they NEED each other they do help each other but they also make each other so much worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #sorry. #kiwipost #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #idc. tagging this. shitty pre martinaise jeanharry nation. #i hate jean i want his horse to trample him<3 #jh

[fangirl-writes]

Exes and Ohs

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader; Ex-Rafe Cameron x Reader; John B. x Sister!Reader

Warnings(s): female reader, swearing, violence, implied physical abuse (JJ’s dad), harassment

Request: Hiii<3 can I request a fanfic about yn being john bs sister dating jj and having rafe as her ex???ok so i was thinking maybe at a party rafe could be flirting with yn (because he’s obsessed with her ) and jj notices and they fight but it ends with rafe telling jj to keep you safe. Thanks<3

Notes: I put this taking place during the Midsummer’s episode of season 1. I don’t think this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Your brother had roped you into a lot of stupid things in your lifetime, but this was starting to feel like the stupidest.

“John B, what the fuck are we doing?” You asked as he and JJ pulled the HMS Pogue onto shore.

“I told you, Y/N, I’ve got a plan,” he replied.

“Care to share with the class what it is?”

“You just gotta trust me on this,”

“The last time I trusted you, I ended up on the receiving end of a gun,” You said.

If he heard you, he gave you no indication, just marched through the grass with you and JJ in tow, bags slung over both their shoulders.

“I need you to get this to Sarah,” John B. said, passing JJ a note.

“Ooh, can I read it?”

“No, you can’t read it.”

“Who’s Vlad?”

“God, do you ever listen?”

“Hold up, are you macking Sarah Cameron?” JJ asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, leaning over JJ’s shoulder to read the note.

“Would you shut up?” John B. replied, blushing in the darkness.

“You’re making Sarah Cameron!” JJ exclaimed, incredulous.

“All right, man. Look, I’m doing it for everybody, all right?”

“You’re macking Sarah Cameron for everybody?” You said.

“No that’s not what I- look, it’s just...it’s like a business transaction, okay?”

“Classy,” you said and then silence, the judgement thick in the air.

“What?” John B. asked.

“Nothing,” JJ replied first, stopping and dropping his bag on the sand. “Thanks for being a team player, bro.”

“JJ-”

“Hey, I didn’t say I wanted to mack Sarah Cameron, that’s all him,” he replied to you, throwing his white button up over his shoulders.

The conversation trickled out as John B. swung the tie around JJ’s neck and did it for him.

You made a mental note to bring this up with your brother again later and pulled off your tank top. You were wearing your swimsuit beneath it and tossed a (f/c) sundress over the top of it, discarding your shorts after it settled.

“So, I just give this to Sarah?” JJ asked, clarifying.

“Yes, just give it to Sarah,” John B. confirmed.

“Vlad? Really?” JJ mused, adjusting the bowtie.

“Shut up. Y/N, I’m gonna need you to distract Rafe.”

“Woah, what? Hold up. No,” JJ protested, frowning deeply.  “No way I’m letting Rafe anywhere near her.”

You rolled your eyes. Rafe was your ex-boyfriend who’d been less than a stellar partner while you were going out. He was obsessive, cruel, and manipulative. Not to mention a classist and a drug addict. 

It was only after you broke up with him that you realized how awful he’d been treating you.

Pro-tip: when your close friends and family tell you how shitty your boyfriend is, chances are pretty good that they’re right.

You stuffed your clothes in JJ’s bag.

He, of course, was your knight-in-shining armor. JJ was your shoulder to cry on and you were his. You two haven’t been dating long, but it feels a hundred percent better than any of the time you were with Rafe.

JJ treats you like a person. Rafe treated you like a trophy.

“Look, JJ, it’s just until you can get the note to Sarah and get out then Y/N can walk away.”

“You really think he’s just gonna let her walk away? Fat chance.”

“JJ, really?” You said, pulling the gun out of his bag.

“Yes, really,” JJ replied. “Especially now.”

“If you get caught with that thing in a pinch you’re going to jail,” John B. said, snatching the pistol out of your hands.

“Fine,” JJ said, pulling off his cap and tossing it to you. “But if Rafe gets handsy I’m coming back for it.”

“You won’t have to worry about that if you just give the note to Sarah and do nothing else to draw attention to yourself,” you said, shoving JJ’s hat into his bag and standing up.

“Ah, come on Y/N, you know me,” he said. “Completely inconspicuous.”

“Not exactly the word I would use,” You replied, about to take his hand.

But John B. caught your arm first. “Hey, I know this is going to suck for you, but this is for us...for dad.”

Your face was stoic and you didn’t meet his eyes. The gold was the thing your father had been searching for before he disappeared, the thing he thought he’d found. If there was even the slightest chance you two could get it...

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, making eye contact with him and smiling. “I can handle him.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” your brother replied, letting go of your arm.

You turned to JJ who smiled and held out his arm, “My lady.”

You smiled again, real this time, and took his arm. You could always rely on JJ to make you feel better.

“Hey,” John B. said, causing the two of you to look back at him. “No funny business in there all right? I expect you in and out. Got it?”

“Don’t worry I won’t bang your sister in a kook bathroom or anything.”

“JJ!”

“Even though that’s a bucket list item for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as JJ tugged you forward, quickening his pace before John B. could either tackle him or throw something.

Up ahead, the midsummers party was in full swing. It was twilight, the outer banks cloaked in a hazy blue, and the building glowed with yellow light that sparkled against the kooks’ fancy jewelry.

Both Pope and Kiara were in there somewhere, no doubt hating their lives and if nothing else, you thought, at least this would probably get them out of it.

“Ready?” JJ asked you as you approached the building.

“As I’ll ever be.” You replied, breaking off from him.

“Hey,” JJ stopped you before you could go. “Seriously, if Rafe tries anything I’ll be right there, okay?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss before saying, “I’ve got this. Rafe’s not stupid enough to try anything here.”

JJ didn’t look convinced but let you go anyway.

You disappeared around another side of the building, just close enough to hear JJ before he entered the party.

“I keep finding glasses halfway down the beach. Do me a favor, try to keep ‘em corralled, will ya? I thought you were security.”

You bit back a laugh and snuck through a side door, headed for a bathroom to touch up your hair and hopefully find some perfume to cover up the smell of marsh.

You slid into the bathroom, which was probably the nicest one you’d ever been in. It had vanity lights over each sink, a lounge area with full length mirrors, and soap that smelled like roses.

You dropped your clutch on the counter, pulling out your travel brush and raking it through your hair. You did your best impression of a kook’s basic makeup routine with some added glitter and called it a day, only having so much time.

You slid everything half-hazardly back into your bag and headed for the door only to be knocked in the face with it.

“Oh my god I’m so sorr- Y/N?”

“Kie!” You said, sighing with relief. “Have you got any perfume with you?”

“What? Why? What’re you doing here?”

“John B.’s got a plan. We’re back in the gold game.”

Kiara looked like you’d just told her pigs were flying. “You’re as crazy as John B. I’m not dealing with this right now-”

“Kie, wait, wait, wait!” You pleaded, moving in front of her before she could escape. “I don’t know what the plan is, but I have faith in John B. He has to do this...we have to do this. For our dad.”

Kiara looked like she was about to tell you off, but instead she sighed. “Fine. What do you need to do?”

“Well, JJ’s delivering a note to Sarah so I’m supposed to distract Rafe while he does so. Which, knowing JJ, he’s probably already in position so I need to get out there.”

“Wait, you’re distracting Rafe?” 

“Hopefully not for long, if everything goes right.” You replied, trying to leave again.

“Wait, here,” she pulled out a little vial of perfume and spritzed it on you. "You did kind of smell like marsh water.”

“Thanks. How do I look?”

“Like a kook,” Kiara confirmed. “Let’s hit it.”

JJ spotted you and Kie as you approached the crowd. He motioned with his head and you followed it to where Rafe was standing with Kelce and some other kook guys.

You nodded back at him.

He gave you one last worried look before turning his back and heading towards Sarah.

“Wish me luck,” you said to Kiara before heading that direction.

“Rafe!” You said, sweetly, causing the boys to turn.

Rafe was like a deer in headlights, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. “Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

You chuckled. “Kiara invited me as her plus one. I wanted to see some of my old kook friends again.”

“Did you now?” Rafe replied, falling back into his asshole role as he stuck one hand in his suit pocket and gestured with the other. “Cause I’m pretty sure the last time we spoke you told me you never wanted to see me or any of my upper class bitches again.”

You clenched your jaw under your smile. “I was in a bad mood. Usually happens when you catch your boyfriend snorting coke through wads of cash. Got any of the white stuff in your system tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, I don’t.”

“Good. Your dad would probably castrate you, not that there’s much to take.”

Rafe’s smirk dropped momentarily as a chorus of ‘ooh’s went around the group of boys.

“Funny. I don’t remember you complaining when I took your virginity.”

You blushed. More oohs.

“Funny. I don’t remember it at all.”

“Oh, yeah? How about I remind you?”

You pulled a face, façade dropping. “Fuck you, Cameron.”

“Well, if you insist,” he replied, taking a step forward and a flash of fear jolted through you before-

“Oh! Sorry about that guys.”

You let out a breath of relief as JJ stepped between you, effectively dumping a cocktail down the front of Rafe’s suit.

“I was just trying to deliver that mai tai you ordered. But, really, I’d say this is an improvement. I mean the wetness really shows off that nonexistent dick you’ve got.”

“Nice of you to join us, JJ,” Rafe said, recovering and grabbing him by the shirt. 

“Well, no time to talk now, I’m on the clock,” JJ said, always a better liar than you. “Maybe we can catch up later, huh? Until then, how about you guys help yourself to some hors d’oeuvres?”

“Funny, you’d show up right now. Just when your girlfriend was about to dump your ass and get back together with me.”

“Was she now?” JJ asked, looking at you.

You grimaced and shook your head.

“Ah, well, the lady refutes your story. Always believe the victim.”

“Victim? Oh no, she’s anything but that. She came waltzing over here in that little dress ready to stir up trouble,” Rafe said. “She wanted to cheat on you, pogue. What’ve you got to offer?”

"Well, you know that’s the funny thing-”

BAM. JJ’s fist connected with Rafe’s nose and he broke free of the hold, grabbing your hand and racing through the crowd of kooks.

“Thank god for you, JJ Maybank,” you said.

“Never should’ve let you near those dicks anyway. Should’ve just taken my chances on my own. I could take them.”

“Well, you might get your chance because they’re following us.”

“Fucking swell.”

You and JJ zipped through the lobby, stirring all of the fancy kooks to stand and watch the commotion. 

“Sorry! Sorry! Lovely dress!” You shouted as you passed people.

“Hey, JJ, come on!” Rafe yelled from behind you. “We just wanna talk, alright?”

JJ ducked into the nearest bathroom, taking you along with him.

“JJ, I can’t be in here!” You protested as he drug you through the men’s restroom. 

Where there were men.

“Ah, excuse me, guys,” JJ said, rattling the door handles on the stalls.

Shit, it probably did look like JJ was trying to bang you in a kook bathroom.

“Just really gotta go,” he said, cursing to himself when they were all occupied.

He squeezed your hand and tried to duck through the locker room, only to be cut off by Rafe. 

“Hey, man, what’re you doing in the locker room, huh?”

He immediately turned around and tried to head the way he came, but you were surrounded.

“JJ!” You shouted as a kook knocked him backwards, his hand slipping from yours as you stumbled into two boys behind you.

“Wow, that’s a cute outfit,” JJ said, stumbling into Rafe.

“Shut up,” Rafe replied.

The two kooks gripped your arms, causing you to cry out.

“Hey!” JJ said, trying to come to your aid, only to be grabbed and put into a headlock by Kelce.

“I know your not classy, JJ, but trying to fuck your girlfriend in a men’s bathroom?” Rafe clicked his tongue. “Now that’s just uncivilized. Y/N should be treated better.”

He caressed your cheek with one hand and touched parts you couldn’t defend with the other. You tried to bite him. “Fuck you!”

“God, you hear this guys? She really wants to get in my pants. Just obsessed with me,” Rafe adjusted his jacket and smirked as he turned back to JJ, who was still struggling against Kelce and fuming. “Now, as for you.”

JJ flailed and fought, but Kelce was stronger.

“Hold him still. What do you think? A four iron, right?” Rafe said, adjusting his hands like he was holding a golf club. “Keep his head still, I’m gonna line this up.”

“Very Rafe of you, Rafe,” JJ spat, struggling to breath. “Five on one?”

“JJ, stop talking,” you pleaded.

“Listen to the lady, JJ,” Rafe replied, smirking. “It’s very disrespectful when I’m trying to hit a ball. Learn your etiquette my friend.”

You struggled against the kook boys, but you were terrified. This was your worst nightmare, being helpless like this. And if they somehow hurt JJ and got you by yourself...

“Rafe, please, leave him alone!” You begged.

“Oh, the time for pleading is over, sweetheart,” He replied, not even looking at you. “You made your choice.

Fuck. John B. was going to get an earful from you for this. All because he had a hard on for Sarah Cameron. 

Rafe leaned down to get a better look at JJ. “And what a choice it was. Your face looks really bad. Starting to look like your dad a lot more.”

JJ spit in his face.

Rafe laughed, wiping it away with ease, looking almost impressed. “Oh, shit! You see how dirty this pogue, is, Y/N?”

The lights started flickering and you let out a sigh of relief as security entered the room.

“Gentlemen,” he said.

Kelce dropped JJ and pushed him away. You ran to him immediately, checking him over, but he assured you he was fine and focused on the security guard.

“Is there a problem here, guys?”

“Oh! Pardon me, officer. No there’s not an issue, I just-” JJ said before starting over. “Actually, yes. No, there is an issue.”

JJ Maybank. Always quick on his feet.

“Uh, we got a criminal trespass in progress here. Beep! Call it in, right? Blatant disrespect for private property,” JJ said.

The kooks looked like they wanted to react, but they wouldn’t so they wouldn’t get in trouble with their daddies.

“And! And I tried to screw this fine young lady-” JJ grabbed your arms gently, pulling you forward. You smiled awkwardly. “In this here bathroom. As you can see, I’m in violation of all kinds of shit, sir. But these young gentleman...”

JJ straightened Kelce’s collar, who immediately pushed him off.

“...uh, caught me, sir, and they’re about to take me away. And that’s what you should do, escort me outta here. All right.”

The officer, not caring enough to refute JJ’s bullshit (but brilliant) of a story, did as requested and led JJ out of the room. You quickly followed.

“Fix that tie, son,” JJ said, one last quip. “You’re lookin’ spiffy, too. You Powerpuff Girls have fun.”

“Better keep that girl of yours safe, JJ,” Rafe yelled back. “Or I’ll remind her how a real man feels.”

“JJ, don’t!” You said but he’d already ripped himself away and went back to fight.

Thankfully, the security guard was there to separate them all again.

JJ was spiraling, fast. You could see it in the way he stumbled as the security guy led him back outside. He was practically slurring as he assured the guard he could walk on his own.

“Let me just walk out by myself. Oh, Mr. Dunleavy, I see that you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you. I’m actually gonna down that,”

He did as he said he would and downed the drink (whiskey, presumably).

“Y/N, you want one? Here’s Mrs. Dunleavy’s. Little wine for you,” he handed you the glass and, desperately needing a drink, you swallowed it as fast as you could.

“Sorry, sir,” the guard said, ushering JJ away. 

“I really appreciate the discretion, Daryl,” JJ said. “It’s okay everybody! Do not panic!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched JJ (in his own way) ruin the party.

“Leave it to the men and women in uniform. Let’s hear it for them!” He started clapping and you started laughing. “Rose! You look like Lady Liberty. It’s good to see you again.”

“Let go of him.” Kiara demanded.

You cringed. Damn it. Kiara’s scene would be much more righteous and way less funny.

“You can’t just boot him! I invited him,” Kiara said. “I’m a member of this club.”

“And what about her?” Daryl (the security) asked.

“Oh, she can plus one with me, if she’s good,” Rafe said, smiling wickedly.

You wanted to vomit.

JJ, having enough, shoved Daryl back into a table.

“Sorry about that! And Y/N,” He said before dipping you into a kiss, which you happily returned.

When he put you back upright you were a little dazed and surprised by the action, but not upset.

Rafe looked upset.

That made you smile.

“Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie,” JJ said. “Pope, you as well, all right?”

“Rixon’s cove. Let’s roll,” You said, sliding your hand into JJ’s.

You and JJ were high on trauma. And you didn’t give a fuck. 

You backed out of there like you owned the place.

John B., who had somehow slipped in unnoticed here at the end, greeted the two of you with a celebratory whoo-hoo.

“Colonel,” JJ said, saluting.

“Captain,” John B. replied. “M’lady.”

You mock curtsied.

“Mission accomplished, sir,” JJ said.

“Good, let’s get the hell out of here,” John B. replied.

You jumped on JJ’s back as Pope and Kiara joined you, all of your spirits rising as you disappeared into the darkness of OBX. 

“Later losers!”

And that was that.

You went to Rixon’s Cove, John B. finally spilled the beans about the gold and Sarah Cameron (well, not all the beans with that one, you were sure of that).

Now you were waiting in the van with Kie, Pope, and JJ while your brother hiked up to the Kildare Hawk’s Nest to get a map from Sarah. Which was even stupider than the plan beforehand.

Mostly because Kie was pissed, JJ was smoking weed to cope, Pope was stressed about getting caught, and it was about to start thunderstorming any second.

“Kiara, holding onto your grudge is like drinking poison and thinking Sarah will die,” Pope said.

“Exactly.” JJ agreed. “Unless its Rafe Cameron who threatened to rape your girlfriend. Then the grudge is justified.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Kiara said, momentarily forgetting about John B. and Sarah to be concerned about you.

You shrugged. “It’s not that big of deal. He’s an asshole. And he didn’t explicitly mention rape-”

“I can’t believe John B. made you face him yourself,” she said, a look of disgust crossing her face.

Ope, she’s circling back.

“I said I would, okay?”

“That doesn’t excuse it, it was his idea-”

“Kie, can we not right now, okay? You’re just pissed at him anyway,” you said.

She frowned but dropped it.

You laid your head on your boyfriend’s shoudler. “JJ saved me, as usual.”

“Ah, it was nothing, just a little alcohol to break up the party,” JJ replied.

“Wait, what exactly happened?” Pope asked.

“Well,” JJ said, ready to spin into a story of the night’s events. “Good ol’ Rafe was going to make a move on Y/N, but luckily I was right there to swoop in with a glass of...what was it a mai tai? I don’t know, but I dumped it all down the front of Rafe’s suit and started apologizing and shit, you know the good lies. Then he said some more shit about Y/N so I popped him in the nose - pop - and took Y/N’s hand and ran off. Rafe and Kelce followed us-”

“Wait, do you guys hear that?” Kie interrupted, sitting up and looking out into the darkness.

Thunder crashing was all you heard before-

“Please, somebody help!”

“Oh, wait no, I hear that,” JJ said.

“Shit.”

The four of you bailed out of the van immediately and started heading toward the voice.

When you got to the hawk’s nest, John B. was on the ground and Sarah was crouched over him.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, running over there with the others in tow.

“Sarah, what happened?” Pope asked.

You slid on your knees next to your brother.

“I don’t know what to do. He needs help, Topper shoved him,” she said.

A fire ignited in JJ. “Where the hell is he?”

You leaned down and put your ear to his chest, his heart beat and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Someone call somebody!” You shouted, looking at your three friends. “911 or something, go!”

Pope took off first and JJ knelt next to you. “He’s gonna be okay, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Come on, John B. You’re all I’ve got left. I can’t lose my brother to.”

“Pope come on!” 

JJ wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you cried. Not him. Not John B. Not after everything.

“JJ,” you whispered later when John B. was in a hospital bed with a concussion and broken wrist. “Don’t leave me...”

“Never,” He whispered back. “I’ll never leave you.”

This was up there for probably the worst night of your life. Maybe worse than the night your dad disappeared and Rafe was snorting coke on a coffee table while you were crying your eyes out.

But JJ was here now, just like he was then. Holding you like his life depended on it.

And Pope and Kiara were there, too, for a while, until Ward Cameron made the adult decision to call their parents.

He didn’t have JJ’s dad’s number, not that he’d have answered if he did. 

So JJ stayed with you all night.

He was there when Sheriff Peterkin made you tell her the truth. The whole truth.

And you did.

Well, most of the truth.

The gold was still your little secret.

“I’d like to offer you something, Y/N,” Ward said that morning. “I’ll tell your brother, too, when he wakes up.”

You eyed the man warily and exchanged a look with JJ, who squeezed your hand.

“Okay...”

“I’d like to be your legal guardian, if you’ll have me.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“I heard what you told the sheriff, and Sarah filled me in a bit, but I know how hard you kids have had it. I’d like to give you a roof over your head and meals on the table,” He continued. “And this way, you and John B. wouldn’t have to be seperated.”

The tears were starting to come back to your eyes. “I-I don’t know what John B.’ll say, but if he’s in, I’m in.”

Ward smiled. “Sounds good, kid. We’ll let you know when he’s awake.”

He stood up and went to go talk to the doctors about something or other (probably the bill you couldn’t afford without him) and you sat a little stunned.

“Your gonna go live with the Camerons?” JJ asked, quietly.

“Yeah, I...I guess I am.”

JJ squeezed your hand again. “But what about Rafe?”

You felt like a bucket of water had been dumped over you. Fuck. Rafe.

“He...he won’t be dumb enough to try anything while John B.’s there. And- And his dad is the one taking us in. He worships his dad...we’ll be fine.”

JJ’s jaw tightened and he kissed your temple. “Sneak me in your window?”

You nodded. “Every night. And you can bang me in a kook bathroom now.”

He laughed quietly, but you felt his chest rumble. It made you smile.

JJ would keep you safe. He promises it with every touch.

#jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #john b routledge x sister!reader

[fiapartridge]

he's a stranger! | mack + grace 🌷💌⭐️

macklin x hughes!sister

summary: grace wants to bring macklin to the sacred lake house and her brother, jack is not having it.

fia's notes 💌: soooo much dialogue, like no mack in here SORRY this is like a siblings + trevor and cole imagine lol <3 enjoy!

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In the heart of Michigan’s summer magic, nestled among towering pines and tranquil waters of Lake Michigan, stood the sacred Hughes family lake house. Throughout the year, the Hughes siblings would be spread far apart in different stretches of the country, one of them not even residing in the country, but at this lake house and on this plot of land, none of that mattered. Because for two full months, the four of them were there together, and it was always better than the last.

“What do you mean you’re inviting him here?” Jack yelled from the living room as Grace rolled her eyes, stirring a pitcher of ice cold lemonade from the kitchen. She stood in a forest green triangle bikini top and jean shorts, fanning herself from the scorching hot summer heat that was seeping into the house.

“It means exactly that, Jack,” she shrugged, throwing the lemonade into the fridge and fetching a container of strawberries in return. “And you better not be mean to him!”

Jack scoffed, peeling himself off the couch, his bare chest exposed as he stumbled into the kitchen. “You haven’t even met the kid yet! What if he’s crazy? You’re just gonna invite some stranger into the house like it’s nothing?”

“He’s not a stranger, Jack. You’re being dramatic.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re being under-dramatic!”

Grace laughed, shaking her head as she cut the strawberries into halves. “Oh, wise words, Mr. Harvard.”

“Very funny. You know, these college dropout jokes are getting real old.”

“Can’t be a college dropout if you never went to college, Jack,” Luke butted in, stomping down the stairs as he opened the fridge and immediately grabbed the lemonade Grace had just made.

“Hey! I just made that!” Grace shouted, her small knife pointing in Luke’s direction.

With his hands up, Luke dropped the pitcher onto the counter. “Hey, no need for weapons!”

“Can you guys shut up?” Quinn complained, Trevor in tow, as they sat on the barstools at the kitchen island. “We can hear you guys fighting from the lake.”

“Oh, did someone make lemonade?” Trevor asked, ushering the pitcher towards his direction. “Grab me a cup, Grace?”

“You’re 23, grow the fuck up and get your own cup,” Grace scolded, her hands crossed over each other as Trevor stood up, a frown etched onto his face.

“Someone’s angry,” Trevor mumbled to Luke as he stretched for a cup at the top cabinet.

At that point, everyone was angry about something. Jack didn’t want Macklin to come, Grace wanted the complete opposite, Luke was deprived of the lemonade and was now watching Trevor sip it with ease, Quinn was tired of everyone’s bullshit, and Trevor got yelled at by the youngest Hughes, but truth-be-told, he was more scared of her than anyone else in the family—other than Ellen.

“Guys!’ Jack announced from his spot by the entryway of the kitchen. “Tell me I’m not crazy—”

“You’re crazy—”

“I haven’t even said anything yet, Luke,” Jack scolded as Luke shrugged his shoulders in response, diving into something on his phone. “Okay! Gracelynn here wants to bring a complete stranger to the lakehouse. That’s stupid, right?” he asked.

“Well, haven’t you done that, too? Like all of the girls you’ve brought here,” Cole added from the backdoor, fanning his red sunburn in search of the aloe vera that Grace restocks in the fridge every summer. 

“That doesn’t count.”

Grace scoffed, her back resting on the cool counter behind her. “Why not?”

“Because—”

“Because you’re a hypocrite! Macklin’s gonna come here and you guys are going to enjoy him—or at least pretend to.”

Luke stood up, his head pointing up from his phone. “We’re talking about Mack?”

“Yes?” Jack agreed confusingly, his brows furrowing at the younger boy.

“I thought this was some random dude! I’m on G’s side.”

“Oh, come on!” Jack groaned. “He is random!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t complimenting his puck protection like two weeks ago,” Luke scoffed, stealing a sip of lemonade from Trevor’s cup.

“Hah!” Grace jumped. “You like him! Admit it!”

“I don’t like him,” Jack huffed. “But... you can bring him if you want, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Grace asked, her hand cupping her right ear. “I don’t think I caught that.”

“You can bring him,” he groaned, defeated.

Putting down her knife, Grace jumped up and down before running towards Jack and throwing her arms around the boy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Mirroring her actions, he threw his arms around Grace. “He better not be a weirdo and murder us in our sleep.”

“He won’t! Well, I don’t think he will,” she smiled. “Also, you’re really sweaty.”

“Oh well, fuck you then.”

#macklin celebrini x hughes!sister 🌟 #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield

[youmakemyhearthowl]

Punk Princess

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And just like that, a tradition was born. Every Tuesday night, when Hopper was out working the late shift (because apparently Steve lived with him and El what? ) Eddie would come over to the Hopper-Harrington residence and host DnD nights.

This was quite literally killing Eddie. 

“Gareth, dude you don’t understand, now that he’s more healed up than before he’s started walking around in like tank tops and he has a monster tattooed on his fucking arm. I didn’t think he could get any hotter. And, and he is so fucking soft with his sister El, it’s insane. Like a total mom about her and it’s killing me. Gareth I’m dying, I’m dead, I wanna suck his dick so bad” Jeff groans from somewhere in the back of the garage, setting up a few of the amps.

“Eddie I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut up.” Gareth grumbles, slamming a drum stick down on the symbol for emphasis.

“Yesterday he fucking, just sat in my lap on the throne they have for the game set up, because there wasn’t a chair and it took everything in me not to pop a woody right then and there. Have you seen his ass?”  Eddie couldn’t contain the dreamy sigh he let out as Mack cursed him out from somewhere to the left. 

“Wait, you said he had a tattoo?” Jeff perks up leaning his arms on the amp in front of him. Gareth groans.

“Jeff, don’t encourage his behavior.”

“Jeff my man, he has two tattoos, the one on his arm is this super sick art work of some creature whose mouth opens like a flower and it’s just covered in teeth. Will told me he drew it for him and they call it a Demogorgon even though it looks nothing like the actual one in DnD. And there's one on his hip, although I don’t know what it is cause I only saw a little bit of it peaking out once but it looked like flowers or something.”

“Wait Steve knows DnD?” Mack is the one to speak up this time, and Gareth just bangs his head on the drums in front of him.

“Yes!” Eddie shouts, hopping up off the couch he’s on to pace out some of the energy just thrumming under his skin. “Sometimes when we play, he’ll be with the girls like braiding Max’s hair while El braids Robins and he will just, fucking chime in with his knowledge of something or other that’s happening in the campaign. Dustin gets unreasonably attached to whatever Steve recommends too, even if it might be a poor play.” 

“Huh, maybe you should invite him to Hellfire.” It’s Gareth that speaks up this time, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Eddie feel a little nauseous.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Eddie come on, you never shut up about the guy, and this way it’d give you another reason to spend time with him. And we wouldn't have to hear you wax poetic about his ass during a campaign.” Jeff offers out, and actually that’s not a bad idea, even though he can see Gareth and Jeff and Mack exchanging sneaky looks out of the corner of his eyes, he thinks they might actually be on to something, Because if Steve comes to Hellfire, he’ll be on Eddies turf, and maybe for once he’ll have the upper hand and get Steve flustered. 

“Alright, yea I’ll do it. I’m gonna ask Steve to join Hellfire.” He nods his head spinning on his heels and scooping up his guitar. “Are we gonna practice or what?” 

He just barely misses getting hit in the face by the drum stick Gareth sends flying at him.

~

Eddie’s absolutely terrified walking into school Thursday morning. He’s got a whole speech planned out to convince Steve to join Hellfire staying up late to prepare and practice it, but he just knows in his gut he’s gonna fumble the execution. 

Gareth comes saddling up next to him as he makes his way down the hall towards the outside bleachers where they usually spend Hellfire’s free period. He knows Robin and Steve are usually out there as well so the conversation is sneaking up on him fast.

“You gonna ask him?” Gareth whispers in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Obviously.” He knows you can hear the nerves in his voice and Gareth just throws his head back and laughs.

“Alright, good luck.” He offers before skip stepping over to where the rest of Hellfire is sat, and Eddie takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turns towards where Steve and Robin are.

He fucking flat lines.

Steve's standing on top of the highest part of the bleachers, his battle vest sitting over his black denim jacket open to reveal the soft pastel blue sweater he has underneath, and his arm is outstretched with a long roll of paper, pretending like its a sword or something as he marches back and forth. His hair is spiked slightly today to make it a cross between a traditional mohawk and the fluffy hawk he usually wears it as, and his eyes are lined in a bright blue liner with gray smoke around them. He notices idly that Steve had pierced his other eyebrow to make up for the one Billy had ripped out, and he’d shaved a little extra in the scar where the old one was so he has a slit in his eyebrow now.

Fuck he can’t do this.

Shit why is Steve so fucking hot.

He can hear Gareth and Jeff cackling off to the right as he just stands there, hands in his pockets open mouth gaping at Steve, but he can’t get his feet to move.

“Oi, Munson.” It’s Robin's voice that brings his brain back online, Her hands waving back and forth over her head. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.” And who is Eddie if not too oblige to that demand. So he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and saunters his way over to them.

“Okay so Steve thinks he’d be a barbarian in DnD right? But I’m convinced he’s more of a Cleric. What do you think?”

And isn’t this the perfect opening. The universe shinning down on him for the first time in his life, and he’d be stupid if he didn’t grab this opportunity by the balls and run with it.

“Actually, Stevie, I think you’re more of a Paladin.” Steve stumbles slightly on the bench he’s still marching on, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets now, Eddie can see a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “Like okay, you know how Paladins have their belief and their oath right? Well your oath is totally the kids, or in this case The Party you’d play with. And you’re damn loyal too so you’d bend over backwards to make sure your party stays as safe as they possibly can no matter the quest.” As he talks he sees Steve's cheeks steadily grow redder and redder, scratching the back of his neck and turning his face bashfully. Hook, line.  

Eddie’s on his own turf now, he’s just gotta see if he can drive it home.

“If you wanna try your hand at it, we are starting a new campaign in Hellfire tonight, and you can join. Robin too.” Robin's face lights up, joy mixed with mischief and he wonders if it’s a good idea to actually have her in the same room as Gareth and Jeff. But Steve's eyes are shining a bit as he ambles down the bleacher bench till he's standing almost nose to nose with Eddie.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” God fucking damn it, this fuckers smooth . Eddie groans internally, because apparently Steve seems to always have the upper hand, and Eddie can't catch a break. Taking a deep breath, Eddie rolls for charisma and leans a little bit closer to Steve, the tips of their noses brushing.

“See if you can even survive the campaign and maybe I’ll think about taking you to dinner, Princess.” Steve’s eyes grow big and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, nodding his head slightly.

And sinker . Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.

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#Punk Steve #Punk!Steve #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie fanfiction #Hexx Drabbles #Gareth is so done #punk princess fic

[annieontheside]

Buddie (and Christopher) domestic life: 3/?

Buck is finishing up the dishes when he hears a melody coming off from the TV. He stands up straight because he remembers it from somewhere, he just can’t remember where, and he knows Chris is watching TV so…

His mind snaps and he comes out of the kitchen, staring at the screen. Chris is watching too, supporting his head with a hand. Buck hums.

“What are you looking at?”

Chris hums. “Barbie,” he stops to look at the DVD case. “and the twelve dancing princesses.”

Buck hums, and sits down next to him. The melody keeps going, and it fills Buck with so much… happiness. It’s a Barbie movie, an old one too, but he feels like swirling and- okay.

“Where did you get it?” he asks, curious. He refuses to show any kind of surprise; Chris shouldn’t feel like there’s stuff he can and can’t watch. If he jumps from Jurassic Park movies to Barbie movies then Buck is more than happy to watch them with him (even if he is already fifteen years old and they haven’t seen a kids-friendly movie in years).

Chris takes a moment to answer. “Uh- Mackenzie and Julia were really excited talking about this so I asked them and next thing I know, Mack gave me her DVD for me to watch it,” 

Buck's brain jumps to search. Mackenzie… brown hair. Her mom gave you the chocolate molten cake recipe. Right. Julia… very short hair. She was planning on giving Chris- oh right, the one with the secret birthday present. Got it.

“I see.” That’s all Buck says for half an hour. He doesn’t seem really convinced, but Buck knows Chris wouldn’t refuse to watch it, even if he didn’t like it. The movie is long like all old movies are. The animation is not that good but the music is nice and the trope is a hell of a drama. 

Buck hears Eddie’s truck parking and he stands up, moving towards the kitchen. He needs an excuse. “You want popcorn for that?” Chris shouts a please and Bucks nods and enters the kitchen, but doesn't move to search for it. He waits until he hears the main door opening and hums really loudly. “Hey, Eddie! Come help me with this!”

Eddie scoffs. “I missed you too, Buck.” he can hear him saying hi to Chris and then entering the kitchen, a confused look on his face. He moves his thumb to signal the living room but Buck opens his eyes and silently tells him to shut the fuck up. Eddie raises both hands and gets closer. 

Buck grabs his arm and pulls him towards his body while he grabs the popcorn. Eddie gets closer and whispers. “What is- Why is he-?”

“I know!” he whispers, shaking the sac of popcorn. He puts it in the microwave and hits a minute. “This is fantastic!”

Eddie frowns. “Eh?”

Buck giggles silently. “He’s watching it because his friends, Mack and Julia?” Eddie doesn’t look like he knows what he’s talking about but nods anyway. “They were talking about it and he heard them,” Buck’s almost shaking. 

Eddie nods, his lips pursing like he’s trying to think. “Alright.”

Buck face falls. “What do you mean alright? It’s more than alright!”

“Buck I’m seriously trying to follow your logic but I-” Buck groans and shuts up for a second, realizing that maybe they were being too loud. He didn’t want Chris to listen and feel ashamed. Buck would rather die before making Chris feel ashamed of any of his choices. 

He coughed and looked at Eddie. “Escuchame bien,” Eddie seemed really surprised, but nodded. “Tu hijo se lleva bien con sus amigas,” (Listen to me. Your son gets along with his female friends)

Eddie nods slowly. “Si…”

Buck opens the microwave and shakes the bag for a second before putting it another minute. He turns towards his husband again. “Sus amigas le dieron esa pel- película,” He tries to slowly pronounce every word, ignoring Eddie’s stunned expression. (His friends gave him that movie)

“Okay… ¿por qué estamos hablando en español?” he finally asks, clearly confused. (why are we speaking Spanish?) “Because we don’t want to make our son feel like he shouldn’t be doing this,” Buck whispers in between his teeth. Eddie lets out a long and soft ah.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 show #christopher diaz #buddie fanfic #911 fox #fanfic ideas #i just found this in my drafts?? #i have no idea what this is jsjsjsj #it's so stupid i love it #i just know buck would say yes to anything chris asks #also we all know buddie should have a girl #they're definitely girl dads #also that one part where buck just goes inside his mind to remember the names of christopher's friends? cheff kiss

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5 - The Bats and Flowers Tattoo

"Girl, this is happening," she said, reminding you that this reality is your true one.

"You may need to pinch me to prove that," you laugh. "Seriously."

She reaches over and pinches you.

"Ow, shit. Real. Okay."

"Go get ready! You're being picked up in like 45 minutes."

"Fuck, okay," You responded with a sigh, getting up and heading to your duffel bag. "What do I wear? What says 'casual drinks, but not underdressed'?"

"The black V-neck dress with the daisies on it, sandals. It's cute but not under or overdressed."

"Okay." You grabbed the dress and head for the hotel room's bathroom.

"Don't overdo it with makeup!" she shouted as you shut the door.

"Got it!"

After what felt like hours of fixing your makeup and getting dressed but was really about 40 minutes, you looked at your lock screen. 7:55. You sighed in attempt to get your heart to stop racing and exited the bathroom. Rachel was slumped on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"You sure you're okay with me leaving you here tonight?" you asked, slipping your shoes on and grabbing your crossbody purse.

"Mack, stop worrying about me! I'm tired after the convention today so I didn't want to go anywhere anyway, and I can call your brother. I haven't seen him for a few days. I'll be fine. You go have fun!"

"Alright. Just making sure," you said through an exhale.

"You're nervous. I get it. Just breathe. He really likes you." She got up and pulled you into a hug. "You have nothing to worry about! Now get downstairs! He will be here soon."

"See you later!"

Once in the lobby, you peaked out the main entrance doors. You saw a black SUV parked out front with a man dressed in black standing outside of it. He spotted you as the doors slid open and headed towards you.

"McKenzie?"

"That's me," you responded, clutching your bag nervously. He led you to the back door on the passenger side and opened it for you, motioning his hand for you to get in. You looked inside the car and in the back seat on the driver's side sat Joe. You smiled and climbed in, the door shutting behind you.

"Hello, darling," he said, placing his hand on your knee briefly to greet you and then removing it.

"Hey," you said anxiously, giving him a small smile. His eye contact was intense. His chocolate brown eyes were so mesmerizing that it was almost intimidating. It made you nervous to keep looking at him. You looked down shyly and fidgeted with the keychain on your bag, but he kept his eyes on you, letting out a small chuckle. You could feel your cheeks turning red.

"Don't be nervous, love. You've got nothing to worry about with me. I've got you tonight," he reassured you, gently grabbing your left hand. Your cheeks flushed even redder at the contact. You looked up at him and saw him glancing at the tattoo on your left arm that he had signed next to earlier, now that he had more than just a few seconds to admire it. "That's beautiful, darling. The flowers are a nice touch."

"Thank you. I wanted Eddie's bats, but I wanted to make them my own."

"Unique. It suits you," he responded with a closed-lipped smile, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand and making eye contact with you once more. You smiled, trying your best not to look away this time. He was making you feel more at ease by the minute, but also simultaneously making the butterflies in your stomach worse. The power this man had over you already was intense. You could tell immediately that physical touch was his love language, and you weren't exactly mad about it.

"Tattoos don't bother you?" you slipped out without thinking, looking down at your lap again with wide eyes. Shit, I can't believe I just said that. You had 6 tattoos: 3 on your left arm, one on your left ankle, and one on the back of each shoulder. Your ex-husband didn't seem to mind the first few, but when you started getting them in places that weren't always covered, he became irritated by them, to your surprise. It was one of the things that contributed to the failure of your marriage. You loved your ink, it made you more confident, but when the person who was supposed to love you no matter what began to complain about them and say they looked trashy, it turned them into a bit of an insecurity at times. You also didn't exactly take being told what to do with your body lightly. There were plenty of bigger problems in your marriage, but that didn't make it any better.

"No, darling, why would they?"

Shit. You were hoping he wouldn't ask that so you wouldn't have to explain. Who wants to hear about an ex-husband on a first date, if that's what you're calling it? Especially when you haven't even gotten to the place yet.

"Umm.." you hesitated, and Joe sensed your reservation.

"You don't have to explain, love." The way he could read you so easily after so little time was beginning to amaze you. The comfort he had been giving you in the car ride showed you he could be trusted. He needed to know about your past if he was planning on getting to know you anyway, so you decided to just get it over with and tell him.

"No, it's okay. I should just get it out of the way. I...I used to be married," you said through an exhale, looking up at him to try to get a sense of his reaction. He didn't have much of one, just watched you as you spoke, his hand still on top of yours at your lap. "For about 3 years. The divorce was just finalized a few months ago. My ex-husband, he...he didn't like my tattoos. Well, for the first few he didn't mind, but once I started getting more and putting them in more visible places, he changed, started to complain about them all the time and how they made me look 'trashy.'" Joe's face sank at the last word. "Over time, he became less interested in me. Didn't want sex as often, if not at all, was always out late after work. I eventually found out he had been seeing other women behind my back. He said he just wasn't attracted to me anymore," you finished your explanation, turning your head away from him to look out the window and trying your best to hold back tears. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to start tonight out like this."

"It's alright, darling," Joe reassured, reaching over your shoulder and guiding you to lean into him for a gentle hug. "That's absolutely awful and I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"I've got baggage, Joe. And a lot of it," you said into his shoulder. "I am trying my best to move on and be confident, but something like that just ruins your view of yourself, you know? I just don't want to be dragging you down with me."

"Hey, shhhhh," he coos, rubbing circles on your back with one hand and caressing the back of your head with the other. "Everyone has a past. I will never judge you for what you've been through, love. Never."

Where did this man come from? How was a stranger, someone you've known for less than a day, more accepting of you than anyone else you've ever met? How did he make you more comfortable than you were with anyone else in so little time? It was at that moment that it really hit you what was at stake. You could not lose this man. You would do whatever it took to keep him.

"How did I get lucky enough to catch your eye today?" you said to him with a giggle, pulling out of his hug to look at him.

"I'm the lucky one. I'll just have to prove it to you," he replied, lifting your hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss, his eyes not leaving yours. Those damn eyes.

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#joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #jquinnedit #convention #fanfic #fanfiction #rpf #real person fiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #no smut yet #fluff #joseph quinn fluff #joe quinn fluff

[softlyapocalytpic]

For the first time in a while, Butch had no fucking clue why he was being marched up to security.

Officer O’Brian had ripped him away from Gloria Mack’s haircut and put cuffs on him for “resisting” (What? He was supposed to walk away from his job?), and was pushed out the door of his own goddamn parlor . 

“You wanna tell me what Hannon wants with me this time?”

O’Brian shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me. You’re always up to no good.” 

Then the asshole smiled at him all teeth and thinly veiled viciousness 

There was always something vicious and careless about this guy, and for once Butch kept his god damn mouth shut. Not a talent of his, but he wasn’t about to give O’Brian an excuse to smack him around without some supervision. If all of security didn’t have guns before the Lockharts left they sure did now, and Butch wasn’t looking to be their new practice dummy.

When the pneumatic doors slid open to Security he was only a little surprised to see the Overseer in all of his stuck up glory. Hands behind his back like some prissy king. He didn’t even bother looking Butch in the eyes when he walked in. Flanking the Overseer’s right was Chief Hannon, who one-upped the dick by glaring daggers at Butch.

‘The fuck is he doing that for?’

O’Brian shoved Butch down onto a steel chair he’d been in countless times before and tried locking his arms behind him in the cuffs. There was no way in hell Butch was letting that happen.

#fallout 3 #butch deloria #fallout 3 fanfic #fallout fanfic #fallout #alphonse almodovar #amata almodovar #steelheart #lw amy lockhart #amy lockhart #leo lockhart

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

tagged by @howdydowdy <3 thankss!! i also don't watch a tonne of shows but i do watch a lot of films so i'm gonna do a combo of the two lol

8 shows/films to get to know me

borstal boy (2000(?) film) - watching this as a teen Changed me tbh... it also definitely gave me one of my first glimpses of a bisexual character on screen... also danny dyer plays a gay sailor in this i mean??? what more could you want lol (also feel like this film is equal parts depressing and hopeful which is my ideal kinda film lol)

the simpsons - i watched this religiously as a kid (every night at 6pm on channel 4 lol) so much so that my family makes jokes that everything i know i know from the simpsons lol...

would i lie to you? (uk panel show) - i feel like this show really explains a lot of my style of humour (i've literally nearly pissed myself whilst watching this show at times lol), plus i've had a crush on david mitchell for years which like no that isn't relevant to this list but i'm including it anyway... one of my fav clips is 'lee mack's keys' (give it a search on youtube it's hilar lol)

watership down (1970s animated film, i also love the book too btw) - the animation style of the very first part of this film has literally never left me, it's like ingrained onto my brain as the most incredible thing ever! the rest of the film is also amazing, albeit brutal at times which definitely fucked me up as a kid... esp that evil rabbit (wormwort?), pretty sure i was terrified of him lol

hook (1990s film (yes i know i could look up the exact date but i'm not gonna cos i'm lazy)) - this is one of the films that i know so many quotes from & me and my family use them to each other all the time lol (you're doing it peter! RUFIO RUFIO RU FI OHHHHH you're. afraid. you're. going. to. get. sucked. out. stop acting like a child!! i am a child!? RUN HOME JACK RUN HOME JACK wait...HOME RUN JACK HOME RUN JACK don't stop me smee don't stop me stop me smee stop me ... you get the picture lol) robin william's films just have a special place in my heart and this is one of the best imo

gayle (youtube comedy series) - it's embarrassing how much i think about this series & i literally rewatch it at least once every year so... i feel like that says a lot about me... idk WHAT exactly it says but it is.. it's a lot lol

i'm a cyborg but that's ok (2008(??) film) - if you asked me what my favourite park chanwook film is, you'd probs guess i'd pick the handmaiden, but you'd be so so so wrong, because THIS film is an absolute masterpiece that hasn't left me since my sister showed it to me like 10 years ago lol... it's about mental illness and stigma and grief and love and also rain (the singer) yodels in it whilst flying through the air it's great

labyrinth (1986 film (hey i actually remembered the date lol!) - i'm been thinking for ages what final thing to include and realised it had been staring me in the face: labyrinth, literally my favourite film of all time lol! it's equal amounts comedic, creepy, emotional, plus david bowie is there in ALL his glory (some may say too much glory but i'd tell them to shut their goddamn mouths lol)! the songs are amazing, the ballroom scene literally shaped who i am now.. it's a film about adolescence, siblings, it's about friendship and found family, it's about growing up but also keeping your childhood close at heart, should you need it... it's also about david bowie's bul- *gunshot*

that's all folks! i did try and not just include stuff that i'm nostalgic about, but unfortunately nostalgia is my middle name so most of these are things i've connected to for a very long time...

tagging (no pressure to actually do it ofc, the original prompt is 8 shows i think but you can essentially change it to 8 anything in my book lol): @dollopheadsandclotpoles @wovesaxe @micamicster @platypusplayhere @sylvasa @asoftspotforangels @zelvuska

#i actually tagged people omg?! #i havent read this through so this may be insane ramblings.... #tbf even if i did read it through it would still be that so... #personal #tag game #i feel like these are definitely representative of me lol... #random comedies/heartfelt dramas about friendship and family and love/specifically british stuff/nostalgia/etc

[kichimiangra]

Can you tell us more about the Viper's Nest Group in the Nannerverse?

Out of universe; Viper's Nest was made because I realized I wanted to raise some of the stakes to push the two dunderheads (Spike and Specter) together. I was having trouble really planning how to get them to move forward in the relationship so i went to the fanfiction reddit to ask other fanfic writers what would be a satisfying way to get the idiots macking on each other given the Foe-Yay, kidnapping, enemies to lovers, and species difference issues. just something to push them into the relationship.

The Favored advice was Alcohol, which was a kinda fun rabbit hole to research if Specter could drink that without dying or it poisoning him or something (Funfact: Yes he can and Chimpanzees are actually known to make their own wine from fermented fruit and palm sap!)(Also is what birthed the drunken wino Specter drawing

So Nannersverse canon: Specter has a collection of those Wine drinker paraphernalia that middle aged women own)

And Adrenaline/Stake raising.

Now I'm totally not against a scenario where the two get shitfaced drunk and make some questionable decisions involving questionable words and body parts touching but for a story that is supposed to be a bit more emotional it felt like a cop-out to just have them get drunk so it was onto the second option!

And that bought a new challenge in the form of "How do you raise the stakes in this scenario? Without bringing in elements of the Pumped and Primed/Million Monkeys branch of the timeline (which I didn't want to do) Specter is literally the biggest threat in the story and he's half of this ship and it's important to the plot that the other protagonists don't encounter Spike as early as this would take place? So what outside source can pose enough of a threat to both of them and make them smooch within the confines of the games I selected for this AU?

So I Made up the group Viper's Nest.

In universe Viper's Nest borrows from the Mesal Gear Solid minigame of Ape Escape 3. The mini game itself is just that; a game within the Ape Escape Universe, probably designed by the professor himself as we know from Piposaru 2001 that he seems to like designing levels and environments for the Piposaru to play in in the virtual world (And was so disappointed when he learned Specter no-clipped into the final SUPER HARD LEVEL that even the Prof can't beat... and Specter Speedran that shit and took over) maybe as a give away or promotion for the Monkey Park. This would have gotten him reprimanded by his old friend Roy Cambell as the two know eachother and elements of the game were borrowed from the Professor's time working with Foxhound, who partially funded Project Specter.

After Project Specter was shut down due to lack of viable results (Specter was too expensive to reproduce in a lab and the Prof got attached and hid his developing pk abilities from the investors to avoid weaponizing him specifically) the Professor focused more into the Peak Point Helmet project (Of which Specter was also not a good candidate for because the helmet fucked him up with the brain chemistry and Pipotchi wasn't born yet). Version 2 of the helmet allowed for the programming of specific traits and abilities, mostly just copy pasting an existing person's data, and imposing it onto the ape wearing it. It was handed over to Foxhound and thus Pipo Snake was born and between the monkey park repossessing Specter, and Foxhound taking claim of the V2 helmet both investors were happy-ish and the Prof could fund his pet project time machine. No more V2 headsets were manufactured though as after the initial test run it was decided to be inhumane as it had a greater chance of just frying the host ape's frontal lobe after a period of time, making Pipo Snake the only survivor of the test group and a terrifying concept to any of the Piposaru and a conceptual boogeyman to Specter and Pipotchi.

Pipo Snake was kept and trained until he was a bit older (He and Specter are around the same age) and deployed on smaller stealth missions for a period of time, before Ape Escape 1 happened (and as far as the public and foxhound knows) Specter broke out of the park, released the other apes, took over the city, and converted the castle in the park into an airship. Needless to say the Professor had some explaining to do, but managed to call off Foxhound under the explanation that a kid with toys designed for amusement park entertainment was able to stop him so it's no big deal and as long as he doesn't get a helmet he's just a cool little monkey. Foxhound lets it go, for now, but by AE2 Specter starts causing trouble agian and although it's mostly property damage over anything else once again thwarted by kids with toys, Foxhound sets up a contingency plan for Specter in the form of Viper's Nest, headed by Piposnake.

Viper's Nest has a smaller handful of members with different jobs but the two most prominent are Piposnake and his 'handler' (I.E. the guy who on the outside looks like he'd the big boss but he's mostly just in charge of translating for Piposnake's Ukki's/sign language and buying him cigarettes). Six months before "Red Light; Blue light" begins Specter is hunting down an old prototype Pipo Helmet, hoping to find it back at the currently abandoned lap where Tomoki's accident took place, figuring that one of the serial model prototypes might still be there as a lot of stuff was left behind to get Tomoki medical attention and the Professor is quite forgetful. It WAS there and Blue was sent as the gofer to retrieve it, but never came back as tabs were kept on the location and Viper's Nest intercepted and nabbed Blue. Losing contact, Specter nabs up the rest of the Freaky Monkey Five as escorts and goes to get the helmet and figure out what happened to Blue, where Viper's nest was waiting to ambush resulting in the capture of the Freaky Monkey Five. Red manages to get Specter to safety but goes back for the others and Specter is ported back to the Saru Station setting up the events of Red Light;Blue Light while Viper's Nest waits for Specter to make a notable move again with the intention of using their Pipohelmet negating tranq dart on him for capture. Which he does to rescue Yellow and Blue who were left openly in a zoo for baiting out the albino ape.

Unfortunately outside of what they do for the story I don't have a lot of specifics down for the Viper's Nest and PipoSnake as I have never actually played a Metal Gear Solid game in my life and would have to do some research. the saving grace being that PipoSnake only speaks in Ukki so I don't have to focus on too much dialogue with him...

[uhhbeans]

im working on a rlly old ego writing request but i keep remembering how Henrik's voice actually sounds and . my fucking i cant take myself seriously

#THAT AND MARVIN'S #horrendous. thank you mr septique #(tae its ur rlly old dochero req with a text prompt I CANT FIND ANYMORE but im doing it justice ok? ok :)) #mack shut the fuck <3

[yourthoughtsjim]

Space Part 2 Anniversary, part 3

Dictator!Mack x reader, afab/femme

I started this a while ago and figured now's the best time to finish it!

Warnings: daddy kink, use of "kitten", fingering, breeding, mention of fertility, pred/prey, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, overstimulation

You find yourself back in the forest he had taken you to before. He kept good on his promise to do it more often. He would take you out here once a month, to get some extra energy out. 

It was like clockwork at this point. Every day of the same month, at the same time.

“Do we have to today, Daddy? I’m tired.” You pout.

“You know what day it is, kitten.” He states.

You tilt your head in confusion. 

“You’re fertile. That’s why I bring you out here every month on the same day. It makes it so much better with a chase.”

He unhooks your leash and you instinctively start running.  

You make stride after stride. Desperately trying to run away from the tyrant. 

You then see a flash of red. He always sent bursts of magic to egg you on, make you run faster.

There was a moment where he stopped sending them. You thought he was tired, but the opposite was true. He wanted you to slow down, give you some false sense of security. 

Just as he predicted, you slow down, giving yourself some time to catch your breath. 

Your hands were on your knees as you breathe deep breaths. 

A smile crosses your face when you hear the all too familiar sound of his boots behind you. A smile that was involuntary. 

"Gotcha." He whispers in your ear. His hands trailing down your arms. 

He then uses his staff to magic away your clothing, leaving you completely bare. You shiver, but unsure of whether it was from the chill in the air or the thoughts of what he was about to do to you.

His eyes flash a deep shade of red when he looks you up and down. A hunger set within himself, one that he had to satisfy soon.

You're then crowded into the nearest tree before his hand trails down your front to your, already drenched, pussy. 

"Oh, my… someone's a little excited for Daddy to breed his sweet kitten. You’re soaked, like a whore."

Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan is ripped from your throat from him circling your clit. 

Mack took the time to finger you open. He carefully brushes against your walls, causing your arousal to drip down his hand.

“Messy little girl…” He growls, removing his fingers from your now understimulated hole. 

You're turned around, a slap to your ass is the only warning you get before you feel him push all the way in, hitting your cervix. Which in turn makes you squeal. 

"You feel so good. A chase always works up my little whore huh?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy." You whine out. 

The thrusting was rough but at the same time gentle. You knew he was going to take the time to breed you properly. 

"God, you're so pathetic. Always getting soaked after you run. The shame you should feel but you don't, do you? You don't feel any because it gets you off like no other."

There was a burn in your cheeks. He was right. You loved this. You loved him chasing after you. 

Tears were now running down your face and Mack took notice "What pretty tears you spill for me. Daddy loves seeing them."

You weren't crying from the pain or maybe you were. It didn't matter, you liked what he was doing to you. What he was about to do to you. 

“Who’s Daddy’s good little fuck toy?” 

“I, fuck, I am.” 

His thrusts got rougher at your response. Growls filled the empty air around you, along with the sound of his balls slapping against your aching clit. Which, he took attention to. 

The swirling motion he did with his thumb made you whine. “Daddy…. too much, can’t… mmmm” 

“You’ll take it like a good girl, because that’s what you are right? Daddy’s good fucking girl?” He snarls.

“Y-Yes, oh fuck! Yes Daddy.” You groan out against the tree. He hooks an arm around your own, pinning them behind you. “Such a whore, such a slut. All for me. All for Daddy.”

The coil in your stomach threatened to snap but you couldn’t let it, lest you receive punishment. Luckily, he’s trained you well. Trained you like the perfect little kitty he’s always dreamed of owning. 

He finally hits that sweet spot and you scream. A deep laugh comes from behind you. “Scream louder for me, princess.” He commands.

And you do, you scream loud enough for it to echo throughout the forest you were currently being fucked in. “Good pet…” he praises, although you weren’t sure if it was real praise or not.

You feel his thrusts falter a bit and the veins of his cock pulse against your walls, signaling he was close. 

“Cum… now.” He commanded.

Finally, you feel the sweet feeling of release. 

You clench wildly around him, attempting to milk him in a way. You were successful because moments later, you feel your cunt get filled up with his cum.

He pulls out. Keeping you bent over he watches as his cum drips out of your abused hole before he takes a finger and pushes it back in.

“It needs to take, kitten and we can’t let any go to waste.” He whispers in your ear.

“D-Daddy…” You whimper, feeling his finger being pushed into you. 

“Daddy’s so proud of his sweet princess. Maybe I’ll give you another load, really try to give you a litter of your very own.” He taunts. 

All you could do was lazily nod, too fucked out to make a coherent sentence.

#matpat #markiplier #in space with markiplier #in space with mack #game theory #nsft

[sailors-fightinginthedancehall]

Season 3, Episode 9!

I hate the fact that this episode is called closure and that Ward has made that word feel weird

You were right to do that.

But it's a super cool flying car from the 60's!

Burgers. So romantic <3

Aw he wants to protect her, so romantic <3

It's the right word.

Oh dear God that was unexpected

... I don't think she's breathing.

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SHOOT A BULLET THAT FAR - FUCKING WARD?!

Ward that is fucking messed up, I know you're fucking messed up but still THAT IS FUCKING MESSED UP

Oh he's blowing it up isn't he

YES MACK!

I'm afraid Ms Price is very very dead

Do they have people clearing that up or did he blow it up because if the law enforcement finds her body it'll have his fingerprints all over it ... Wait would they have his fingerprints? Probably not now I'm thinking of it.

... does he want her to talk about her sex life? Is that what he's implying?

Basically he wanted to replace his terribly abusive family blah blah blah?

Aw, he has feelings :( *bleh*

I was going to explain the whole situation, but yeah, if Coulson doesn't make it out alive he gets his fucked up closure

Coulson that's very rude

Okay, less rude.

Yeah Mack I think you were expecting too much there

... Banks?

Oh shit.

Not good not good not good not good

Why, because you're sexist?

You tell them Fitzsimmons!

How about you don't?

Ward's a dick

I agree with Simmons, please. Just. Shut. Up.

YOU CAN NOT - HAPPY?! ARE YOU HAPPY YOU SENT THEM TO THE SEA?!

I don't think she does

You don't get to say those things Ward istg I want to throw YOU under the sea

"We're not that different" really?

It is slightly unnerving.

He does have pretty solid logic.

I only chucked you into a well one time!

Yeet that phone Ward because that will solve everything

"I won't hurt you Jemma" What happened to that Ward?

Because Coulson is currently vengeful.

🎶WE ARE OUTGUNNED! OUTMANNED! OUTNUMBERED, OUTPLANNED!🎶

I don't think she wants to see for herself

Oh, Fitz is right.

HI GUYS! :D

Mack does very good director speeches!

Yes but it's very careful that you have just enough feelings

SHIELD murdered Kara? Who was the one who shot her?

You know when you're being manipulated? What was Garrett then?

Awww Malick just wants some friends in the alien planet <33333 **bleh**

And you'll go absolutely bonkers!

Fitz you're a big lovesick EEJIT FITZ AN EEJIT I SAY

HYDRA please don't kill Will

CHEER UP?! Just bring Will back. That's all you need to do.

Revenge makes you a lunatic Hunter, you of all people are aware of this

EEJIT I SAY! BIG EEJIT!

Fitz looks so unprepared

It's nothing? I wouldn't be too sure. It's never nothing on this planet

COULSON WHAT IN FUCK'S NAME ARE YOU DOING THERE

#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #phil coulson #leo fitz #will daniels #lance hunter #john garrett #Malick #Kara #Mack #jemma simmons #rosalind price

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

RG-verse Characters as Random Quotes or Whatever That I Put In My Gallery (Part 2)

Fuck There's More

also features characters i have never mention before. whoops

———

Destonio: Oh, my dad apparently died after I killed myself that one time.

Fate: ...Your mom.

—

Fate: Wow, you're pretty short!

Destonio: What the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic tac do you think you're doing?!

—

Tempestissimo: I will kill you.

Arghena: Basic threat, overused, lacks serious weight.

Spinel: Pee your pants!

Arghena: Up-and-coming, respectable, unexpected.

Raven: I will pee your pants.

Arghena: Full of the promise of grief and terror, absolutely devastating.

Unknown Levels: Your pants can't wait for my pee.

Arghena: And here we have it, the most terrifying sentence in the universe!

Destonio and Retribution: ...

—

(It is now 3 AM.)

Pamolia: Pupa, wake up.

Pupa, annoyed and absolutely tired: What is it...?

Pamolia: When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

Pupa: Wh- wait...Pamolia, what the fuck?!

—

Eternity: Achoo!

Momento: Bless you!

Eternity: I'm already blessed everyday I spend with you.

Momento: Eternity...

Eternity: Momento...

Fate, annoyed out of her mind: Fate.

—

"I can't find a song to express how gay I'm feeling."

— Dawn, for some reason???

—

"I don't care." Destonio said caringly, as he cares deeply.

—

Primeval: Good morning to those awake!

Technicolour: And good night to those asleep.

Abstruse: And goodbye to those who will die.

———

Miracle: Some freshmen attracted to fire.

Miracle: Wait.

Miracle: That did NOT sound right.

Pamolia: Yeah for sure it didn't.

Pamolia: Does she fuck the flames or something?

—

Arghena: Gay gay homosexual gay!

Arghena: I hate it here.

Abstruse: Happy happy great big.

Abstruse: I really hate it here.

—

Destonio: IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!

Fate: SPECIFICALLY IN FRONT OF YOUR SALAD!

Fate: FUCK YOUR SALAD!

Destonio: MY SALAD........!!!!!!!!!

Fate: *Flips table (with Destonio's salad still on it)*

—

Kumo: *Was rambling about how much she hates her life* I've always thought of killing myself but at the same time I wanna die but at the same time I wanna die. But at least...

Inori: At least you are trying and are kind.

Kumo: Waow...thank you old man who has lived for centuries whom I haven't spoken to much!

Inori: ...

Inori: ...Granddaughter.

—

Terabyte: In the wise words of someone somewhere: Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkk...........

—

"But at least we're not horses!"

— Arta, trying to comfort II after a breakdown.

—

Hikaru added context he thought people might want to know!

"...What the fuck." Oh. Well yes. That is what he added. Move on, now.

—

Momento, trying to comfort Eternity: Why you are upset? I am here...

—

Primeval, after Dawn claims that she can do something: *Mockingly* You? Yaa, you can do.

—

Risa: Hurrah! I am so excited.

Unknown Levels: You don't sound excited.

—

Pupa, talking to Aleph: I miss you, kind of.

Pupa, a day later: That was a moment of weakness. Fuck you.

—

"???.? Who cares?"

— Destonio, in any situation ever.

—

Arghena: I really like wearing sunglasses!

Arghena: Because as long as you wear them...

Arghena: No one will be able to tell what you're looking at~

(The scene cuts to Arghena with her sunglasses on, and she is...somewhat looking respectfully at Callima's chest. Somewhat respectfully.)

—

Arghena: Hi! Sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to know if you're one of the people who hate me.

Callima: Oh hi. Not weird at all!

Callima: ...Yes, I am!

—

"Hit it with a hammer!!!"

— Head Bonk Ache, on any occasion.

—

"I am going to kill you, hit you, or hurt you in some way."

— Kumo

—

Equilibrium: Why're you such a pain?! Just shut it! I don't want to see you again!

Stasis: Hey! That's my line!

Trojan, whispering to Technicolour: I told you. They really are alike.

—

"I'm going to pour boiling hot powerade into your eyes."

— An enraged Ringed Genesis, to a very unfazed Tempestissimo.

—

Abstruse: You know what really is the scariest nursery rhyme? The ABC song.

Dawn: Why?

Risa: Because A B C D E F G gummy bears are chasing me one is yellow one is blue one is peeing on my shoe now I am running for my life cause the red one has a knIFE!

Dawn: .

—

TeraVolt, handing a shovel to Abstruse: Here. Happy digging!

—

Arta: I'm eating my bed.

Hikaru: Wha-

—

"Be Ded

Go a little fart

Dig a little dee

Reach a little

Catch the cat

And pass it on"

— A random message Arta sent to both DRG and Lucas

—

Arghena: Your little joke was quite amusing, I must admit. Who knew a vile creature like you would be able to get a laugh out of me. Well done.

Destonio: Dude what???

Arghena: I'm tired of people making fun of me for commenting "LMAOO, BYE 😭, etc" like what am I supposed to fucking say, huh?

—

Technicolour, with full confidence: I CAN REALLY ONLY COUNT TO FOUR!

Unknown Levels: What the FUCK?

—

Pamolia: I had a dream where my school caught on fire and then exploded...

Pupa: Kachow~! ☆

—

"You say you love women? Then name every woman ever."

— Arghena

—

Clarith: Two days isn't too old...

Chase: Yeah.

Miracle: Tell that to my two day old grandpa.

—

Pupa: Is that a chicken??

Aleph: That's Joe Biden.

—

"Hello, something something something something-"

— Arta

—

"Don't make that face at me! Me no likey."

— Raven

—

"Your anger amuses me. Please don't ever find inner peace. Please."

— Retribution, to Destonio.

—

"He is fine." Arta blankly said. Hikaru then glanced to an unconscious Glaciaxion, laying on the sand near the sea at the beach.

—

"I'm psychologically well and don't need to hit anything."

— Destonio, trying convince himself that he is mentally sane while he is clearly raging and fuming.

—

Pupa: ...

Pamolia: ...Okay, thanks.

Aleph: Okay, thank you!

Mantis: I need you.

—

Fate: You're so gay haha little homo man.

Destonio: Loud incorrect buzzer.

Fate: Oh.

Fate: You're so bi haha little bisexual man!

Destonio: Loud correct buzzer.

—

"A whole orange will float on water. But a peeled orange will sink. Who gives a shit?"

— Hikaru, explaining something to Glaciaxion that HE KNOWS GLACIAXION WOULD ACTUALLY SORT OF GIVE A SHIT ABOUT. Anyways.

—

Logos: I'm so horse I could eat a hungry.

Primeval: How horse...?

—

"Don't bite my husband."

— Eternity, sadly referring to Momento

—

OKAY YK WHat FINE THATS ALL.

#arthesias ocs #rgverse: skits #NOT TAGGING EVERYONE AGAINNNN

[rottenczar]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OK SO WHY ARE WE AS A SOCIETY NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.

59 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#4

To all the fanartists who draw Harry fat and with enormous tits, how does it feel to hold the entire world up on your shoulders? Your power is unmatched.

62 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#3

96 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

Can’t believe our man lost his dick too smh my head 😫

[text under cut]

Mack Torson - “Oh I.. I can’t... Fuuuuuck, he lost his... Ask him if he still has his wiener!”

Jules Pidieu - “I’m not going to...”

Mack Torson - “Ask him!”

Jules Pidieu - “Sergeant Torson here is wondering if you are still in possession of your genitalia. Over”

You - “I left it at his momma’s after I fucked her ass all night. Tell him that.”

Jules Pidieu - “That’s a negative. Not going to say that. Over.”

Mack Torson - “What’s he saying? Share with the class!”

Jules Pidieu - “He... He said he sodomized your mother.” 

Chester Mclaine - “Sure her vanilla waffles were the only thing he ate?”

Mack Torson - “Shut up, Chester, this isn’t funny. This is my mom we’re talking about!” “Tell him to apologize right now!”

Jules Pidieu - “Sergeant Torson requests that you apologize for the claims you made about his mother. Over”

You - “Hey, if you don’t like the fallout, maybe *don’t* fuck with the Firewalker!”

Jules Pidieu - “Mack, he says maybe you shouldn’t have antagonized the Firewalker in the first place.”

Jean Vicquemare - “Who?!” The disbelief in Vicquemare’s voice is overwhelming.

Jules Pidieu - “Satellite-Officer Vicque--”

You - “Fire. Walker.”

Jules Pidieu - “I am afraid he might be referring to himself as *Firewater*, sir.”

102 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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#year in review #rex.text #long post

[amberplusandi]

finale title: we were here

me thinking about how this is the last were we ever / we were never parallel we’re ever gonna get:

#SHUT THE FUCK UP #andi mack #tyrus #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #andi mack season 3